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Chapter 507 The Merchant Woman Who Was Killed For Money (57)

When they were in Dongcheng before, Su's father and Su's mother had guessed about this matter, but Su Qinghuan was not there at that time, and they had never met Murong Chen again, so naturally they didn't take it too seriously.

But looking at the strange atmosphere between Murong Chen and Su Qinghuan at this moment, as parents, they couldn't tell that this young talent liked his daughter.

"Qi Dafei..."

Su's father sighed and shook his head towards Su's mother.

"My daughter is a strong-tempered person who can't bear grievances. For a fairy like Shi Ziye, even if Huan'er can marry into the Yongchang Palace, I'm afraid she will inevitably restrain her temper, and even..."

Su's father didn't dare to say any more, but seeing Su Qinghuan's respectful and polite expression towards Murong Chen, the meaning of alienation had already been revealed, and it might not be that he didn't like it.

It's... not daring, not even liking.

Such a family, you don't have a matching family status, do you really think that marrying into it will make it easy for you to live a happy life?

The four words of being right at home may sound pedantic, but in fact, there is still a reason for it.

At the very least, when the family is right, the in-law's family will generally look up to her more, and even if the daughter is really wronged, the mother's family will be able to support her.

But if Su Qinghuan really married into the Yongchang Palace, being a side concubine would be enviable to others all her life. Their Su family is a small family and a businessman, so there is no possibility of giving their daughter a head. Increase disgust.

……

It's not that Mother Su doesn't understand this truth, but seeing that Murong Chen is such a good-looking talent, and also seems to like her daughter so much, Mother Su inevitably feels that having such a son-in-law is naturally first-class satisfaction.

Mother Su held Father Su's hand reluctantly.

"That's all, I don't dare to dream about the dream of a daughter marrying into the palace and becoming a princess. I just hope that Huan'er can be safe and happy in this life, and be happy forever."

Nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, in fact, being happy and healthy for a lifetime is already better than countless people.

……

After thanking the visiting guests, Su Qinghuan closed the door of Su's Silk Manor. She bought the house after Murong Chen's recommendation, which was very convenient.

At this moment, everyone else had already finished walking in a hurry, Su Qinghuan looked at Murong Chen who was still standing tall and tall at the door, she hesitated for a few seconds, then gently brushed towards Murong Chen.

"Murong Shizi, do you have anything else to do?"

"Just look at the two couplets you put up."

Murong Chen stared at the two calligraphy written by Su Qinghuan at the entrance of the Silk Village. He had seen Su Qinghuan's handwriting before. On the water conservancy map presented by Su Qinghuan to the governor of Dongcheng, Su Qinghuan used Zanhua Xiaokai.

It's dignified and elegant, but after all, Hairpin's lowercase script itself is a bit straighter. The handwriting written by Su Qinghuan has a sense of dancing with shackles.

It’s like those scholars who take part in the scientific examination, even if they have thousands of favorite calligraphy in their hearts, but in the end, they can only write Guange style or block letters, and it’s nothing more than because every stroke looks like a printed style. The same, let people understand at a glance.

Today, the two couplets outside the door seem to be written by a man, with wild and unrestrained style of writing and vigorous cursive, it is difficult for ordinary people to write such moving calligraphy.

But Murong Chen had a premonition that this word was written by Su Qinghuan.

"Miss Su, let me guess, the person behind this couplet is also you, right?"

"The son is really smart, I admire him."

Su Qinghuan was a little surprised at this moment.

She looked at the man's slightly protruding phoenix eyes, and felt that endless stars were hidden in them. At this moment, the sparkling light made people want to find out what was hidden behind this galaxy.

"Master, how did you guess it? You have also seen my other handwriting, right? But the brushwork should be quite different."

"This word has your strength of character."

On Murong Chen's indifferent face, there was a hint of appreciation that he didn't know.

"If the hairpin lowercase letters that day were like your appearance, then the cursive in today's couplet is more like your soul."

However, in the short period of acquaintance, he has already seen that Su Qinghuan is a woman who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

Even though the appearance is the typical slenderness and weakness of Jiangnan women, but in the heart, there is a wildness that cannot be pulled back by thousands of wild horses. She will only act according to her own heart, and will not be at the mercy of other worldly things.

"..."

Su Qinghuan did not expect to hear such words from Murong Chen's mouth,

If Murong Chen didn't just want to sit on the seat of the Ninth Five-Year Lord, maybe Su Qinghuan would really think about how to become a married couple with the other party.

After all, there are too few bosom friends who can know and cherish each other.

The girl stared fixedly at Murong Chen.

"Unexpectedly, the son of the world would describe me like this, but Qing Huan didn't know how to answer."

"Am I right?"

Not wrong, just because... so right.

……

Murong Chen's eagle eyes locked on the girl, and his eyes showed a strong aggressiveness at this moment.

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and held down the stone lion in front of Su Qinghuan.

"Qing Huan, I'm not trying to force you to do anything, but I hope you understand, at least, I understand you. I dare not say that there is no man in this world who is better than Murong Chen, but at the very least, I don't Difference."

This not bad description is naturally too modest.

Faced with the man's sudden approach, Su Qinghuan's eyelids twitched. She did not lose her composure too much, but lowered her eyes respectfully, and cupped her hands and sighed.

"Rong Minnv said a word, I am afraid that Qing Huan may not be suitable for the requirements of the wife in the eyes of the son, and Qing Huan's standard for a spouse is not the same as the son."

"Just because you think I won't only love you?"

"I……"

Murong Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Don't prevaricate me by sending some perfunctory words, answer me directly."

"No."

Su Qinghuan shook her head.

"Maybe Shizi can really love only one person according to his own heart, but what I want is not only love, but only."

There is indeed no shortage of infatuated seeds among the emperors of all dynasties, and some even married a court lady who was 17 years older than him, and regarded him as the love of his life.

……

"I understand your idea."

Murong Chen took a deep breath.

"I've thought about this answer for a long time. I never need a woman next to me. What if I say, I can?"

"..."

Su Qinghuan stared blankly at the man in front of him, and even felt that Murong Chen was a little strange at this moment.

"What... what?"

"I said, what if I only marry you in my life? The sun and the moon will prove each other, and they will never lose each other."

The 72nd concubine of Sangong Sixth Courtyard was just someone else's idea, he never liked this kind of life.

(End of this chapter)